It would probably sound wrong to say I learned not to think while watching TV a long time ago, right?
Word. If I want historical accuracy I'll watch PBS.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It would probably sound wrong to say I learned not to think while watching TV a long time ago, right?
Word. If I want historical accuracy I'll watch PBS.
Job hunting question: if I'm applying for a job that's either in the Napierville, IL or "greater NYC" area, do I mention that I can commute from where I am in PA? Assuming they will, in fact, see that my address is in PA? Or don't bring it up until asked?
I think I would. If it's not a telecommute position I think sometimes people may veer away from applicants who might need to relocate.
How are these searches even remotely related?
Romney was a quantum candidate. He would hold multiple positions on an issue until his waveform was collapsed.
I've mentioned before that my house was built in 1900, which maybe sounds a little primitive, but it was considered an all-mod-cons house by the standards of the time -- it always had running water, electricity, AND a furnace (no fireplaces!). The rooms are tiny by modern standards, and there were only two original closets.
My secret heart wishes for a fireplace, but my practical side longs for a second bathroom. Ah well.
How are these searches even remotely related?
In that people who search for one searched for the other. That's all most of those algorithms are based on, no?
Apparently someone who was doing something with the plumbing at my parents' house suggested they take out all of the copper pipes and sell them.
You guys, I just bought a plane ticket to Paris. I have decided fuckit, maybe I AM made of money.
Gud cracked my shit up.
"What the fuck is tiramisu?"
So, my first acquaintance with tiramisu was in the movie Sleepless in Seattle. Y'all peeps who have never heard of tiramisu, have 1990s movies gotten to where you are yet?
Back in the early 80s, my cousin was surprised to find that nobody she met in rural Florida had heard of bagels.
Bialys, I'd understand.
Bialys, I'd understand.
Bought those by mistake.
Once.
Blech.
I am not sure if/when/last I had real tiramisu. The idea sounded so great I promptly made pound cake, Blue Mountain coffee, and an rummy mascarpone whip and called it close enough.
I maid-of-honoured it into an Italian immigrant family and got their dispensation, so I'm good.